"How close by is it?" Sir Isaac asks. The bleached-haired boy points at the spire in response.
"Please tell me it's close by. Like, real close by and somehow playing tricks with perspective." Sir Isaac says. "Or some other feasable reason for it to look bigger than it really is."
"There- It's finally here. Things like that are at their strongest after night falls." Cybil says.
"That's not what I wanted to hear. That's the exact opposite of what I wanted to hear. Please tell me something a bit more reassuring." A very wary Sir Isaac says.
In response, Cyril recites a legend that he heard about this behemoth. And almost as if he hadn't heard Sir Isaac, he didn't make it sound reassuring at all.
"Well, at least we know what it is. Say, did these Nichirin priests mention anything about a weak sp-"
Sir Isaac is interrupted rudely by a blood-curdling shriek that even nullified the ringing in their ears. Almost as if in response to the physical scream, green light begins to well up from the ground around them. From the grounds all over the island. Like streams, clotted together with a few whisps of lonely souls here and there, the desecrated souls rallied to the call of the Gashadokuro.
"Destroy the rising corpses, it's gathering power! The more unconsecrated dead it takes, the stronger it becomes!" Cybil shouts, drawing his weapons.
"Damn it, there's no time! Those souls are welling up from all over the island, we cannot possibly reach all those places in time before the souls have already been absorbed! Even with my holy bow I can only hit a few of the streams from here!" Sir Isaac shouts. "Say, Cybil! Is this thing distracted while it gathers more souls, or will it gather them regardless? Oh, and cover your eyes before this thing goes off!"
While shouting, Sir Isaac takes the moustache-shaped composite bow from his back and places a magic arrow on it. Whispering a small prayer while aiming it, he shoots the arrow at the nearest soulstream. The arrow leaves a line of light behind it as it flies straight at its target, exploding upon impact. Almost as bright as a small sun, the holy light brightens up the sky for a brief moment. [sunburst][holy light] Sir Isaac covers his eyes by covering his face with his elbow, and he hears how the Gashadokuro screams in rage and confusion. As the sky darkens again and Sir Isaac's eyes readjust, he takes a look at the results of his attack. The front and back of the stream are still headed for the Gashadokuro, but there was a large gap torn right through it where the evil souls had been ripped apart by the divine force.
It was but a small victory amongst a dozen losses, though. Sir Isaac could maybe reach three of the soul streams with the range on his bow, despite the the great range of his bow and clear shot that such a slow-moving floating target gave him. Three streams out of the dozens that were headed for the Gashadokuro, plenty of which were coming from the very other end of the island. And this skeleton titan was only increasing his strength further, his power was already more than massive without these additional souls.
"Cover your eyes in three, two-" Sir Isaac shouts, taking aim at one of the other soul streams. Two seconds later the sky lights up again and the stream was torn asunder. The Gashadokuro screams in agony and turns his head to their general location. Its eyes flare up brighter in rage and it sets a massive step, only for it angrily scream once again when the light explodes like firework a third time.
"There, that was the last stream I can reach from here. If we want to take out the others, we'll have to either move or go to the source of the streams." Sir Isaac says, turning to the two boys with all his chivalrous cheer replaced with a serious demeanour. "As many souls as it appears to be absorbing, we probably have time. This creature has been plaguing the island and the ships that sail around it for days, perhaps weeks now. It's not going to finish absorbing every last soul tonight, nor will its power increase too much beyond what it already is if it would. At least, I think so. If your lore on this creature suggests anything else, I'm all ears. In fact, you seem to be the most knowledgeable one amongst us about this particular conundrum. So I'm leaving the choice to you, Sir Cybil, what do we do now?"
Sir Isaac, still completely serious, takes out his holy symbol (whose angel-wings look suspiciously moustache-shaped), unsheates his sword (with a moustache-shaped cross-guard) and holds the one aloft while placing the other on his lips. Calling forth his celestial steed [summon companion] by speaking its name into his symbol, Sir Isaac slices the air in front of him to carve a tear into reality itself. His unicorn warhorse gallops through the tear and circles around to meet his paladin. The tear closes itself again and Sir Isaac quickly jumps onto his steed's back.
Both the paladin and the unicorn look at the two boys. The latter sniffs the air to get a read on the two, and the moustache on his upper lip wiggles. "Tell me, Sir Cybil? What will we do? Shall we take the fight to this behemoth, or focus on the graveyards? Or do we split up to do both? I don't think I can defeat this beast by myself, but perhaps I can keep it occupied and distracted, if that would stop him from absorbing more power."